Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea North and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Basic Channel to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
Monks,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.